Most conversations are white noise to me nowadays, filled with empty space in between occasional words of meaning, or at least that’s what I perceive them to be. Small talk is small, and it is often too asinine for my taste, and I hate partaking even if it’s a requisite for the socially inclined.
When I open my mouth to speak and contort my features accordingly, people respond enthusiastically and I laugh in response but all I feel inside is nothing. It’s not the dank nothingness that characterizes utter hopelessness, but the feeling (or lack thereof) that I am acting, pretending that I care about what people think about the weather and celebrity culture and traffic when in fact I do not.
Maybe it’s that I’ve been told I have an old soul or I’m a misanthrope or both, or maybe I need to be more willing to play the game that is social interaction, which I assure you I do albeit grudgingly. I’m really not sure which one it is.
More practically speaking: I need to find a way to extract more value and gratification from my exchanges with people, and to do so proactively.
Storyboard by Fawn Veerasunthorn
This section of my boards was featured in the Art of Frozen book, so I thought I would post a little more story sketches from the sequence. They’re not in full continuity here (this sequence was about 150 panels), but they are in order.
Frozen is now available for download on iTunes!
TriBeCa. ❤️ (at TriBeCa)